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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 6 HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
Kiara :: White Tiger :: Poison nickel |
| The limits of the sanctuary were rather confining to one who was used to traveling much farther without much thought to it. Now that the monsters had appeared it seemed like this rocky hole was about the only place that offered what could be considered safety. His brief encounter with the wraith was more than enough for him, they had been lucky that time but the odds of winning each time was a risk he was not willing to take. Merou had put himself in danger to help them get away that time and he was in debt to his little companion eternally. The days were passing by and with it the season would be ebbing on as well making their days together more precious than ever. He could not stand to think of the day Merou would have to leave so for now it was just the inevitable day of dread. From the depths of the caverns below a voice sought out the presence of Foothill members. Tipping his head down he passed a gaze to Merou who was just as interested as he was trying to make sense of the situation. The femme's voice was faintly familiar to the stag but it was not the familiarity of other already in the herd. What was it that was so important for an outsider to call them together? Walking cautiously through the winding paths of the caverns he navigated his way down following the mares voice. His hooves sounded softly against the hardness of the stone underfoot while Merou's claws shuffled along beside him happily just eager to be going somewhere other than the surface. The fae appeared before them soon enough drawing his steps to a halt nearby as he regarded the filly with curiosity. Dipping his head in a silent greeting he found words to accompany this thoughts. " Hello, is it you who seeks those of us from the Foothills?" He asked gently casting a quick gaze down to Merou to make sure he wasn't getting himself into trouble again. Thankfully he was intent to hear the fae's intentions and had seated himself upon a small boulder nearby staring at the subject. It was almost comical as he had yet to perfect a serious expression so it was rather one of what appeared to be amusement. Returning his silver gaze to the mare he awaited her answer patiently cocking his hind leg in rest. ••MUSE: Good•• TAGS: Abisha •• NOTES: None•• |
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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 6 HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
Kiara :: White Tiger :: Poison nickel |
| The fae was definitely a familiar face but for the life of him he could not remember where he had met her before. By Merou's expression it appeared that the feeling was mutual with his rather bemused expression of curiosity and his attempt at seriousness. It bothered him that he had not remembered this girl, it was not like him to forget names like this but with the given circumstances of utter chaos above ground it wasn't all that surprising. While he was lost in his mental battle of names the joyous laughter broke through the silence to once again draw his attention back to the filly. Her eyes had fallen upon the cub and apparently he was not the only one who found his expression comical. His own soft chuckle escaped his throat which earned him a rather quizzical glare from his friend. Glancing between the two of them Merou rolled his eyes and gave a soft grunt before ambling down from his boulder to come sit between his two front feet half pouting from being laughed at. This was not the first time this had happened but it only took a matter of moments before he had forgotten all about what had him pouting in the first place. Silencing his laughter as the mare spoke again it suddenly dawned on him that she was the filly who had been present during the attack by the wraith. In the commotion they had all parted ways running this way and that way. Abisha, if he remembered correctly from the brief encounter, finally he could place her face with a name. "Yes I remember meeting you. Its good to see that you are in one piece after that creature made its appearance." He replied light heartedly offering a smile. It was a relief actually that both of them escaped injury during that as she called it "riga-maroll". Not a term he had ever heard before but he assumed that such a unique situation called for a rather unique word as well. So a home is what she sought, well he certainly could not see a reason she would not be welcome to join their ranks. Their herd was lacking in numbers before all the craziness with the departure of various members, surely no one would have any oppositions. " I do not personally know Arrane but I do know of him. I do not see any reason you wouldn't be allowed to join our herd, i am certain most would agree with me on that. A definitive answer would have to come from Apollo or Phaedra but you have my approval and invite. Welcome!" He said happily. It would not be the first time he had invited others to join their family and so far no one had been denied so he felt comfortable with his decision. The rest of the herd did reside here within the walls of the sanctuary just not necessarily in the same location. None of them were used to living underground so things were still rather chaotic when it came to living quarters. Everyone seemed to just tolerate anyone being everywhere for the time being until they could return home. ••MUSE: Good •• TAGS: Abisha •• NOTES: None •• |
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A dryness clung to the inside of the mare's mouth as she strode around the hole in the ground that all the creatures...the healthy creatures of the Foothills had seemed to cram themselves into. Of course, this place wasn't big enough for the entirety of Helovia so the painted warrior presumed they had found elsewhere to wait out this wave of destruction that had taken over their homes. Shuddering inwardly as the pictures of the grotesque creatures floated about in her mind, but even after that experience the paint would much rather be out there, protecting those she cared about rather than hiding away like some kind of prey animal. Chestnut harks slammed back against her skull as the lady warrior weaved her way through the masses of equine, all of which were a part of the herd she was so happy to call her own...but none of them she really enjoyed speaking too. It wasn't anything against them, it was just hard carrying on a conversation these days, not that the two toned mare had ever been very good at conversing. The conversation always seemed to switch over to where she had gotten the permant paintings that covered her canvas like a masterpiece and that was when she tended to shut down. She wasn't ashamed of where she came from, there was just so much pain that still riddled her mind on a daily basis from losing the only companion she had ever been able to trust the way she had trusted him. So in her mind, the best way to deal with all of this was to make herself as nearly unapproachable as possible by narrowing her pink pools and having her harks back against her skull warning off any kind of conversation that could possibly be started. Her mind drifted off once more into the bleak mist that shrouded all of the memories of her past, that fateful day replayed a few times...the twang of the arrow being loosed from the bow that was held by her harks, the excitement and adrenalin that rushed through her veins with ever pump of her lively beating heart, not to mention the feeling of the wind tearing at her flaxened tresses as her painted hooves smacked relentlessly into the plains they normally fought on. But this day was different, today she would run away leaving her heart bleeding out on the ground...it was as this thought was crossing her mind that she felt her body collide with another's. Cursing inwardly the mare's pink eyes snapped open as she danced backwards as quickly as she could, her chestnut harks remaining planted in place. "Sorry. I spaced." Cheveyo supposed she could have allowed a few more of her under-used lyrics to float into the air, but the way her tongue stuck to the top of her drying mouth made it nearly impossible to speak even the three short words she had spoken. Before her stood the tall dappled stallion who she knew was a member of her herd, but at this very moment his name was escaping her and in front of him stood a pretty painted filly whom she had never seen before. A flush of heat rose to her high cheek bones as she lowered her skull ever so slightly in an apology to the filly, but there were no words spoken. "Speech" [Tag: @[Ciceron] & @[Abishia] ] [Words: -5-8-1] [Muse: Blowing Smoke by Kacey Musgrave] [Notes: Sorry to intrude~ Need to get Chev out there, and I apologize for the shortness, still trying to get into her character. <3] |
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Due to the obstacles obscuring his way to Abishia, two other horses were clustered around the bay and white girl. A kindred smile played upon his maw as he calmly approached, nodding his head respectfully. They were in the middle of a conversation, and Arrane had caught some snippets as he came upon the little meeting. A tiny creature, the small form of a bear cub tread close to the dappled stallion, and the ivory man knew why she was here. Abishia was officially requesting a chance to join the Foothills, to bask in the glory of a tight knit family. "Good day", masculine tones reverberated from a broad chest, addressing everyone, "Hello Abishia", cyan pools lingering on the fae's face. But eager to get a picture of everyone, Arrane averted his gaze to the pretty chestnut mare. Markings that he had observed on Guacho were stamped on a light pelt, and Arrane offered a kindred smile.
Flicking his eyes back to the dappled stallion, the grin still lay on a velvet maw, seeing that the gray hued man's companion. Arrane had traveled not to long ago to seek the Earth god, and ask in desire a butterfly companion. How ironic to see such a well built warrior as himself solicit a fragile insect, associated with pretty fillies in green fields. But it was a wish, for he was a placid stallion and din't care to have an impressive counterpart. "If you want, Abishia, I can lead you to Apollo or Lakota", recently he had come to realize that the midnight and ebony mare had become the Chieftess in Phaedra's place. Arrane had no knowledge whether the creme mare had been infected or not.
Quieting down, Arrane knew that he had intruded in the conversation even though the painted filly had summoned him. Not hearing most of the dialogue going on between the three, he stayed silent, mentally agreeing that the chestnut mare that supposedly bumped into the stallion was very beautiful. What a flirt he was. After the two would introduce their names, he would take turn to introduce himself as well, for these two reeked of the same Foothill scent as him.
//>.< So sorry! I was super late. ^^"
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.5 |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 6 HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
Kiara :: White Tiger :: Poison nickel |
| Things down underground were quite different from living above ground with the rest of the living. Down here things tended to echo within the large caverns and any small movement could be detected from a mile away whether it be water dripping from one of the stalagmites or even a pebble falling onto the stone floor below. The darkness was the other thing that took quite a bit of adjustment to one's eyesight. He had never been more thankful for the light emitted from his markings allowing him enough visual light to see where he was walking, he wondered how others seemed to navigate so well in the pitch blackness. His lyrics seemed to thrill the young filly to no end which made him feel good about his decision. It was nice to be able to help others out when you could it gave you a sense of satisfaction. Before he could open his mouth to reply to the fae's questions another figure appeared out of the dark corridors in an apparent daze or trance like state and proceeded to walk straight into him. Her smaller stature ceased to move his bulk from its place on her own power, not that she was trying to. Stepping to the side he pivoted himself around to look into the face of the new mare to see what was going on. His silver orbs swept delicately over her frame while Abisha turned her own attention to the newcomer. At first her response lightly reprimanded the mare for her lack of attention before her tone turned into one of amazement as she took in the other mare's features. The brilliant colouration of markings that accented her painted coat were indeed quite brilliant indeed. A gentle smile turned the corners of his lips as he regarded the mare with curiosity. "No harm done miss, no need for apologies." He commented lightly lifting his eyes to meet hers for a second or two before glancing back towards the other fae. "My name is Ciceron." He supplied to all that were around feeling rather rude for not giving it sooner in their conversation. As they stood there a brief silence lapsed before another figure came forth from the darkness, this time another stallion in which he was vaguely familiar with. Dipping his head in greeting to his brother he awaited to hear what was being said before speaking again on his own. As the white stallion spoke a warm feeling passed over him seeming to stop time. Looking down to where Merou had been sitting between his hooves he found only empty space. Flicking his eyes around they found the figure of his friend upon the rock he had been sitting on previously but something was not quite the same. His image was no longer as clear as it had been but rather fading by the minute, it was his time to move on back to where it was he was needed. Around him nothing seemed to register or move but it was just the two friends again within their own little world. The warmth held him still and allowed no sadness to transpire into his emotions. "I will miss you my friend but I will visit often. Do not be sad as better things are to come. I will look forward to when I see you again." With those final words the last of Merou's tiny figure faded from sight releasing him from the warmth that once surrounded them both. He had known their time ran thin but he had not expected it to be so sudden or so soon. His heart grew heavy with the memories of their time together but no sadness darkened his mind, Merou had taken care of that somehow. He would miss the little cub dearly but knew that somehow they would meet again. Blinking he returned to reality as the voices of the others seemed to fade back into the picture as if things had never happened. He could not be sure what had transpired between himself and Merou but it was literally like time had stopped so that Merou could say goodbye. No one else seemed to have heard the words spoken unless they were just respecting the meaning of them but he sure had heard each and every word and would not soon forget them. Ciceron Speaks Merou Speaks ••MUSE: Good •• TAGS: @[Arrane], @[Abishia], @[Cheveyo]•• NOTES: Poor Merou XD•• |
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Her head spun slightly as the painted warrior recollected herself from her run in with the larger animal. She was fairly certain if she was some kind of childhood tale there would be stars floating around her skull in a circle, occasionally bobbing up before returning to it's track. Snorting softly the mare willed the oxygen back into her bloodstream as her pink pools drifted between the two equine she had suddenly found herself in the company of. If she hadn't so rudely made her presence known Cheveyo would probably have turned away already to continue weaving her way through the crowds that made her feel so very uncomfortable. It didn't take long after the little transfer of words between the two of them before another stallion showed his face. He was a pale creature, who's personality seemed quite a bit bubblier than the other two standing around. "Words words words." Tags;; @[Abishia] @[Ciceron] @[Arrane] Notes;; ~Sorry this took so long guys. Words;; Eight Hundred and Sixty Seven |